Lock up your brains, Seattle, the zombies are coming to town!
After spending the morning pacing incessantly while waiting for the box office to open, trying to ignore the knots in my stomach, I am chuffed to report that I have successfully scored seats to the Radiohead concert in Washington.
We're back in the second last row of section 208, so will need to pack kleenexes for the inevitable nosebleeds, but there are big-assed screens on both sides of the stage so I will be able to melt with each twitch of Thom's furry little face. He still owes me a cheese platter.
And because I am such a nice person, I will share my winning strategy with those of you who don't have access to massive ticket procuring software. I had both computers set up, one logged into Ticketmaster, the other to Live Nation. I started refreshing the pages about 2 minutes before the box offices were scheduled to open.
Ticketmaster opened first. I immediately hit find tickets, saw they were in the 200 level and pressed buy and knew I then had 2.5 minutes. Then I turned to the other computer, on which Live Nation had now opened and hit find tickets, saw that they were lawn level, so ignored them and concentrated on not somehow fucking up the word verification on ticketmaster.
It was stressful, let me tell you. World peace was dependent upon my typing abilities.
And of course, you know the happy outcome. I've been strutting around the house like a big swinging dick ever since.
And you thought I was obnoxious before.